He couldn't exactly get angry, he reminded himself as he loaded the gear into his canoe. He hadn't told anybody that he wanted anything, after all, and it wasn't as if they wouldn't be used to him being quiet in meetings.
Not that it wasn't on them, too. They were family after all, and even if they were selfish fucks they could have at least looked at a calendar. His Dad would have chided him, though, for expecting anything that he hadn't gone out of his way to make happen. He really should have told them straight, considering it was so important.
The only way he could think to take the lead made things artificial. He'd rather nothing at all happened, he supposed, than to force anybody into being courteous.
Ilan settled for being disappointed, instead.
He'd spent the time to pack three people's worth of gear, in the open invitation he'd put out for decades to join him canoe camping. They would paddle out